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THE  LIBRARY 
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THE  UNIVERSITY 

OF  CALIFORNIA 

LOS  ANGELES 


ERniNIE 


domic  ©pera 


IN  TWO  ACTS.^ 


LIBRETTO  BY 


CLAXSON  BELLAMY  and  HARRY  PAULTON 


MUSIC  BY 


E.  JAKOBeWSKI. 


BOSTON: 

i^''/-  OLIVER    DITSON    COMPANY. 


KItW  TORK: 
H.  DITSON  &  CO. 


CHR'AUO: 

LVON  &  HKALY. 


VHILADBLPHIA  f 

J.  E.  DITSON   &  CO. 


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UNIV.  OF  CALIF.  L!BR,'^RY.  LOS  ANGELFS 


ER/niNIE 


d^emic  ©pera 


:IN  TWO  ACTS.^ 


LIBRETTO  BY 


CLAXSON   BELLAMY  and   HARRY  PAULTON 


MUSIC  BY 


E.  JAKOB0WSKI. 


BOSTON: 

OLIVER    DITSON     COMPANY. 

VT.W  YORK.  CHICAGO:  fHILAUELPHlA 

C  H.  DITSON  &  CO.  LYON  &  IlliALY.  J.  E.  DUSON   &  LX). 


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CHARACTERS. 


Marquis  de  Pontvert 
Eugene  Marcel 

ViCOMTE   de    BRISSAC  .  • 

Delauxay  

Sergeant 

DUFOIS, 

Simon 

Henri   ^ 


The  Marquis  Secretary 
./    YoHiii;  OJJ'w'f 


.Landlord  of  the  Lion  d-  Or 
,,  .Waiter  at  the  Lion  d'  (h: 


Peasants. 

Marquis'  Guest. 


Pierre  ) 

Chevalier  de  Brabazon 

RAVANNES  )  Ttvo  Thicves. 

Cadeaux    )  ^      .      • 

.  Erminie's  Companion. 

Cerise  Marcel • ■'.^rnid 

hrininie  s  Main. 

Javotte 

Marie  )  Peasant  Girls 


Clementine 

Princess  de  Gramponeur 

Erminie  dh  Pontvkrt 

Soldiers^  Peasantry.  Guests,  Waiters,  i^c^ 
C.upyngM,l8«7.byO.DiT8oNACo. 


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ERMINIE.      - 


^^OT  I. 

No.  I.— OPENIxNG    CHORUS. 

Around  in  a  whirl 

We  skip,  dance  and  twirl ; 

Let  each  boy  and  girl 

Make  merry  ! 
Old  men  in  a  string 
May  scorn  at  mirth's  fling. 

Make  merry  ! 
Old  wives  in  a  row 
May  flirting  forego, 
But  maidens  cry  "  No  !  " 

Make  merry ! 
Let  grieving  go  borrow 
Its  fare  from  to-morrow  ; 
Away  with  all  sorrow. 

Make  merry  ! 
From  your  path  troubles  fling; 
Let  us  join  in  a  ring. 
Let  us  dance,  let  us  sing. 

Make  merry  ! 
Ha  !  ha  !  ha  !    Ho  !  ho  !  ho ! 
Come,  sport  while  we  may, 
Making  merry  ;  ha  I  ha  ! 
Making  merry  ;  ho!  ho! 
Enjoying  to-day 
Our  mirth,  while  we  may. 

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Mar. 


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Here  comes  Javotte  !   here  comes  Javotte  ! 
Of  gossip  she  will  have  a  lot. 

Yes,  yes  !  oh,  yes  !    No  doubt !   no  doubt! 
She'll  qiiickly  tell  us  all  about 
The  chateau  and  its  guests,  the  fua 
What's  doin"-,  and  what's  to  be  done. 


Enter  Javotte. 

Javotte  !   Javotte  !   you  won't  refuse 

To  tell  us,  if  you've  any  news. 

You  won't  refuse  !  —  The  news  !    the  news 

Jav.  Impatient  !  —  La  !    do  give  one  breath  ! 

Don't  crush  and  pester  me  to  death. 
Some  little  moderation  show. 
Now  —  tell  me  what  you  wish  to  know. 

Cho,  The  news  !   the  news  ! 

You  can't  refuse. 

You  must  have  some. 
Jav.  Indeed  I've  not ! 

Cho.  Oh,  what  a  shame  ! 

Jav.  Except  — 

Cho.  What!    what! 

Jav.  Except  that  shortly  you'll  see 

The  Marquis,  Ma'mselle  Erminie, 
Chevalier  de  Brabazon, 
Of  our  distinguished  guests  —  the  one 
You  most  should  see, 
Of  high  degree, 

A  beau  of  beaux  ! 
From  top  to  toe. 

They're  coming  here  to  view  the  fair. 

Cho.  How  nice  !  —  Oh,  here's  excitement  rare  .' 

Come,  join  tlie  ring  ! 
Come,  dance  and  sing  !    &c. 


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No.  2.— CHORUS  AND  CONXERTED  PIECE. 

Cho.  "\'ive  le  Marquis  !    vive  le  Marquis  J 

Welcome  I   welcome  to  the  fete  ! 
'Tis  of  graciousness  a  mark  we 

Thoroughly  appreciate. 
At  village  feast,  here  meeting  you, 
With  duteous  service  greeting  you, 
With  cheery  voice,  repeating,  you 
Are  welcome  to  our  fete. 

Marq.  Thanks,  dear  children  —  bless  you,  bless  you  3 

To  respond  would  but  distress  you. 

Erm.  That  it  would,  dear  papa, —  spare  us, 

Don't  such  agony  prepare  us. 

Cerise.  True,  indeed  !     Experience  teaches 

There's  much  anguish  in  set  speeches 

Erm.  My  father's  feelings  you  know  well. 

Cho.  We  do,  we  do,  we  do,  ma'mselle  ! 

Ekm.  Well;    and  what's  the  latest  tattle.'' 

Is  it  character  or  cattle  .' 
Who  is  ailing?     Who  is  thriving? 
Have  the  busy  bees  done  hiving.'' 
Is  the  fodder  cut  and  carried .-" 
Who  is  buried?     Who  is  married.'* 
What's  the  latest  gossip?  — say  ! 
Tell  me,  pray  !    come,  tell  me,  pray  ! 

Mar.  Ah  !   ma'mselle,  you're  quizzing  evet, 

Always  merry,  gloomv  never. 

OmnEs.  Viva  ma'mselle!   vive  le  Marquis,  &c. 

No.  3.  — SONG. 
Erminie. 

I     Ah  !    when  Love  is  young  all  the  world  seems  gay 
Tra,  la,  la,  la,  ike. 
He  sips  its  sweets  as  he  goes  his  way; 

Tra,  la,  la,  la,  &c. 
His  heart  in  the  sunlight  of  love  abides; 


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No  pang,  not  a  thought  of  deceit, 
For  youth's  rosy  tint  every  blemish  .hides, 
And  the  dream  of  young  Love  is  sweet. 
Tra,  la,  la,  la,  &c. 

Ah  !   but  Love  hath  soured  with  advancing  years, 

Tra,  la,  la,  la,  &c. 
He  knows  no  joy,  for  he's  torn  by  fears  . 

Tra,  la,  la,  la,  &c. 
His  aim  is  foibles,  not  charms,  to  seek. 

His  taste  so  fastidious  grows; 
He  doubts  and  misgives  if  his  love  but  s])eak, 
And  the  bliss  of  young  love  ne'er  knows. 
Tra,  la,  la,  la,  &c. 


No.  4.  —  DUET  —  "  PAST  AND  FUTURE,' 
Eugene  atui  Ek.mime. 

Euc.       (l)     There  is  a  sweet  remembrante  of  the  past, 

A  treasured  dream  1  fondly  store, 
A  mem'ry  that  within  my  heart  uill  last. 

To  cheer  and  comfort  evermore. 
A  solace  sweet,  a  blessing  still. 

The  hope  which  time  can  ne'er  fulfill. 
The  past  lias  fondest  dreams  tiiat  live, 

Which  in  the  future  ne'er  can  be  ; 
The  present  knows  not,  cannot  give, 

Restore  the  happy  past  to  me  ! 

Erm.      (2)     Our  destinies  the  unseen  future  hides, 

The  coming  gloom  we  cannot  see, 
And  cheering  hope  with  us  for  e'er  abides 

Instilling  thoughts  of  joy  to  l)e. 
The  past,  though  blest,  may  not  compare 

With  luture  transports,  we  may  share 
The  future  hath  its  golden  show'rs, 

And  store  of  pleasing,  brightest  toys, 
Which  hope  declares  may  yet  be  ours, 

Eclipsing  past  and  present  joys. 


No.  5.  — CHORUS  OF  SOLDIERS. 

All  for  glory  the  soldier's  life, 

From  the  conflict  scorning  e'er  to  flee, 
The  hero's  aim  is  fame  in  strife  ; 

In  love,  in  war  the  victor  he. 


No.  6.— MARTIAL  SONG. 
Marquis. 

I     Dull  is  the  life  of  the  soldier  in  peace. 

With  hateful  routine  until  war  brings  release. 
Harsh  discipline  trammels  the  freedom,  we  know; 
What  better  than  that  in  the  face  of  the  foe  ? 
The  soldier  has  learnt  he  must  bridle  his  will, 
Submit  without  murmur  to  rigorous  drill  : 
But  the  summons  to  war  is  the  soldier's  reward, 
Joy  to  brighten  his  corslet,  his  helmet  and  sword. 

Cho.  All  for  glory,  the  soldier's  life. 

From  the  conflict  scorning  e'er  to  flee, 
The  hero's  aim  is  fame  in  strife  ; 
In  love,  in  war  the  victor  he. 

2     Glad  is  the  heart  at  the  sternest  campaign, 

(For  we've  nothing  to  lose,  and  we've  plenty  to  gain.) 

To  rush  midst  the  steel,  midst  the  smoke  and  the  flamC; 

To  carve  with  our  sabres  a  pathway  to  fame. 

We've  learnt  to  obey,  and  until  we  are  told 

We  dream  not  of  leaving  the  posts  that  we  hold ; 

We'd  fall  where  we  stand,  till  the  warning  sound  comes 

Of  recall,  in  the  music  of  bugles  and  drums. 

Cho.        All  for  glory,  &c.    {See  No.  6.) 


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No.  7-  — THIEVES'  DUET. 
Ravaxnes  and  Cadeaux. 

Rav.     (i)     We're  a  philanthropic  couple,  be  it. known, 
Cad.  Light-fingered,  sticking  to  whate'er  we  touch. 

In  the  int'rest  of  kamanity  alone 

Of  wealth  relieving  those  who  have  too  much. 
Cad.  The  sour  old  gent,  whose  worship  vile  is  dross, 

We  hate  to  see  a  wallowing  in  tin  ; 
Rav.  It  ain't  cos  gain  to  us  to  him  is  loss, 

We  eases  him  cos  avarice  is  sin. 
Cho.  Downy  jail-birds  of  a  feather, 

We  are  shifters,  we  are  lifters, 
Working  skillfully  together. 
Through  the  wicked  world  we  roam, 
Easing  many  a  mortal  burden, 
Kinder  coves  we  never  heard  on  : 
But  a  truth  you'll  take  our  word  on. 
Charity  begins  at  home. 
Rav.     (2)     When  the  masher's  on  the  spree,  we  often  prig 
Cad.  From  pocket  ev'ry  stiver  —  nothing  less; 

Rav.  He'd  only  drink,  and  fight,  and  go  the  rig, 

His  constitution  ruin  —  nothing  less  ; 
Cad.  His  rings  and  things,  fin'ry  we  expecs. 

For  stuck-up  pride  in  such  things  isn't  good 
R.W.  And  when  his  watch  we  carefully  annex. 

It's  only  cos  we  know  the  policeman  would. 
Cho.  Downy  jail-birds.  iS:c. 


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How  blissful  was  the  wondrous  pleasure  ? 

\\\  !  such  happiness  was  mine  ; 
The  remembrance  I  will  treasure 

In  my  bosom's  inmost  shrine  ; 
Ihit  what  grief  was  mine  at  finding, 

On  awakening  with  a  scream, 
Earth's  surroundings  all  reminding 

Me  'twas  but  a  happy  dream. 
Yet  his  jninis,  mellow  singing 

I'-choes  faintlw  lim'crs  still 
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Seems  my  heart  with  hope  to  thrill. 


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No.    9- —CONCERTED  PIECE 

Rav.  Tlie  blissful  pleasure,  I  profess, 

Of  such  a  meeting  overjoys  me  ; 
I  have  not  language  to  express 

The  joy  I  feel,  and  that  annoys  me. 

Though  with  blessings  beset, 

As  I  roam  the  world  through, 
I  never  can  forget 

My  first  meeting  with  you. 

Erm.  I  beg  that  you'll  not  trouble  now, 

Some  other  day,  when  more  collected. 
You  may  declare,  protest  and  vow 
With  metaphors  most  unexpected. 

Though  with  worries  beset. 

It  is  equally  true, 
I  shall  never  forget 

My  first  meeting  with  you. 

Marq.,  Chev..  >  With  whatever  beset, 
Cer.,  Erm.     >       It  is  equally  true,  &c. 

Enter  Cadeaux,  slightlv  intoxicated. 

Cad.     Hello  I    What's  the  row,  the  rumpus  .? 
Rav.     Silence  ! 

Cad.  Stow  it  !  —  don't  you  thump  us.'' 

Rav.     We've  a  bold  game  on  to-night  ! 

Mum  !   be  steady  ! 
Cad.  Fly!— all  right! 

Rav.     Since  hospitably  you  extend 

Your  favors,  I'll  present  my  friend. 

My  friend,  the  Baron.     You  will  find  him  quiiC  an  oddity, 

Strange  in  his  habits,  in  his  manntr,  and  address, 

Priz'd  as  a  curio,  a  saleable  commodity, 
Erratic  and  original,  you  see, 
Omnes.  Yes.  yes  ! 

Cad.      I'm  proud  to  meet  yer.      How  d'ye  do? 

Old  Cockalorum,  how  are  you  ? 


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Chkv.  Cockalorum!     Cockalorum! 

Ckr.  Somewhat  vulgar,  scarce  decorum. 

Rav.  My  friend,  the  Baron's  quite  a  feast 

Of  custom  and  phase  of  the  east. 

Acquired  the  Arab's  tribes  among. 
Mar.  Expressive  !  —  what  one  might  call  strong? 

Omnes.  My  friend,  the  Baron,  &c. 

No.  10.— FINALE. 

Cho.  Away  to  the  chateau  !   away  to  the  throng, 

Where  bridegroom  and  the  bride  will  be  plighted  ere  long, 
Where  welcomes  shall  meet  them, 
Where  cheering  shall  greet  them, 
Where  friends  shall  entreat  them 
All  blessings  in  song. 
Erm.  Marriage  is  a  holy  union, 

Angel  guided  from  above  ; 
Marriage  should  be  sweet  communion, 
Governed  by  the  god  of  Love. 
Erm.  Though  there  may  be  oceans  rolling 

Stormily  between  two  lives; 
Some  remembered  word  controlling, 
Often  hope  of  love  revives. 
EuG.  Whep  the  clouds  are  black  as  raven, 

When  the  sun  of  hope  has  set, 
Oft  the  storm-tossed  gain  a  haven. 
Why  not  love  .'*     It  may  be  yet. 
Omxes.        Marriage  is,  &c. 

Hark  !  luirk  !    The  soldiers  here  return, 
What  can  it  mean,  we  soon  shall  learn. 

[So/d/crs'  cJionis  Jicard.     Eugene  and  Ci:rise  exunt 
as  soldiers  enter l\ 

Del.     {Recit.)     Be  not  alarmed.     We're  of  two  thieves  in  chase. 

From  goal  escaped.     We've  tracked  them  to  this  place. 
Mar.    Thieves  .''     Then  they  are  the  same  depend 

That  stopped  and  robbed  my  noble  friena 

And  his  companion  ;  see  their  plight. 


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Erm.  Poor  things  !     No  doubt  papa  is  right, 

'Twas  they  molested,  rifled,  mobbed, 

Despoiled,  ill-treated,  beat,  and  robbed. 
Del.  They  are  doubtless  the  men ; 

Should  you  know  them  again  ? 
Rav.  Oh,  yes,  the  one  is  a  gentleman  quite. 

Del.  He's  the  worst  of  the  two. 

Cad.  He  is,  that's  right. 

Erx.     {Entcriiii^.)     Thank  fate  !   at  last  I've  founi  the  way. 

Is  this  the  Golden  Lion,  say? 
Rav.  Quick,  sergeant !   seize  the  villian  .^   pray 

Cad.  Be  careful  he  don't  get  away. 

Rav.  Of  those  who  robbed  us  he's  the  chiet. 

Ern.  No,  no.  believe  me  ! 

Mar,  Seize  the  thief. 

S^SoIdiers  siiize  Ernest 
Cho.  Seize  him,  seize  him,  bind  the  thiel  ! 

Make  secure  the  robber  chief. 
Mar.  With  that  vile  wretch  to  goal  bcgon«J. 

And  to  the  chateau  now,  lead  or.. 
Cho.  Away  to  the  chateau,  &c. 

Soldiers.  For  his  country,  &c. 

End  o¥  Act  L 


14 

.A.OT   II. 


Scene  I. 
No.  II.— INTRODUCTION  — CHORUS  AND  F.NSEMBLE; 

Cho.  Here  on  lord  and  lady  waiting, 

Court  gallants  and  nobles  all, 
Ev'ry  one  importunating 

To  and  fro,  at  beck  and  call. 
Mar.  No  intermission, 

Give  exhibition, 
What  good  tuition, 
Though  hurried  has  brought: 
And  compensations, 
Remunerations, 
Pay  for  the  patience 
With  which  you've  been  taught. 
May  we  stay  to  fetch  or  carry 

Stitch  or  fasten,  tie  and  lace. 
Every  toilet  necessary. 

Powder,  puffs,  for  arms  or  face. 
Cho  Here  on  lord  or  lady  waiting,  etc. 

SONG  — "WOMAN'S  DRESS." 

Marie. 

I     The  simple  maid 

From  village  green, 
Unused  to  rich  attire 
Is  not  afraid 

Of  silken  sheen  : 
To  conquests  she'll  aspire. 
Her  fingers  deft 
Are  never  slow 
To  fashion  a  success 
From  finest  weft. 
VV'ho  does  not  know 
A  woman's  fort  is  dresa  ? 


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Refrain. 

Yes,  tliough  fashion  often  ranges, 
We  are  equal  to  its  changes, 

Though  the  waist  prevailing's  high  ud. 
Or  the  skirt  accepted  short, 
Alter  bonnet,  cap  or  head-dress. 
Tuck  or  lace  confine,  or  spread  dress 

Branching  pull  back,  puff  or  tie-up, 
And  improving  quick  as  thought. 

2     On  flounce  or  train 
The  female  mind 
From  babyhood  is  bent  ; 
Her  infant  brain 
Be  sure  you'll  find 
On  dressing  dolls  intent. 
A  woman's  will 
To  change  less  apt 
Than  fashion's  waywardness. 
But  dext'rous  skill 
Will  soon  adapt 
Itself  to  change  of  dress. 
Yes,  though  fashion,  &c. 

No.   iirt:.  — CHORUS. 
Here  on  the  lord  and  lady  waiting.  Sec. 

No.   12  — SONG  — "THE  DARKEST  HOUR. 

Eugene. 

(i)     Darkest  the  hour  ere  light  of  dawn  beametn. 

Deepest  the  gloom  ere  the  storm  clouds  c/icle. 
Be  that  my  faith.      In  the  adage  there  seemeth 

Hope,  to  be  cherished,  whate'er  may  lietide 
\'ain,  \ain  tlie  dream,  my  loxcd  one  can  never 
Mine  be;    as  vain  is  the  once  jilighted  vow, 
What  pow'r  can  change  the  doom :    we  must  sever 
Ah,  could  the  future  look  blacker  than  now? 
Darkest  the  hour,  &c. 


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(2)     How  shall  I  cheer  my  heart's  sad  repining? 

Where  seek  the  trust  in  my  bost)m  should  dwell? 
Where  will  appear  the  cloud's  silver  lining? 

Whence  come  the  radiance  my  grief  to  dispel? 
Life's  light  has  gone  ;  my  pathway  is  lonely, 

Dreary  !    the  star  of  my  life's  brightness  gone, 
Set  ne'er  to  rise.     'Twould  seem  mv  hope  only 
Rests  in  the  thought  —  the  belief,  there  is  notu.. 
Darkest  the  hour,  &c. 

No.   13.  — CHORUS  AND  SOLO.. 

Cho.  Joy  attend  on  Erminie, 

Hers  be  every  earthly  bliss. 
May  her  direst  sorrows  be 

Oft  returning  days  like  this. 
Let  our  poorest  wi^ihes  be 
Joy  attend  on  Erminie. 
Erm.  Thanks,  dear  friends,  my  thanks  receive, 

W^ith  good  wishes  you  confuse, 
That  I'm  grateful,  pray  believe, 
But  at  loss  what  words  to  use, 
I  confess  —  to  express 
How  your  wishes  my  heart  touch. 
But  I  thank  you.     Thanks  so  much. 
Cho.  Joy  attend  on  Erminie,  &c. 


No.   14.— LULLABY. 
Erminie. 


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My  future  years,  were  all  her  fears 

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No.    15.  — BALLAD  — "THE  SIGHING.  SWAIN. 

Erminie. 

A  lover  in  his  mirror  gazed 

With  visage  wan  and  glare  half  dazed, 

To  see  if  thinner  he  had  grown 

With  love  ;    to  hope,  alas,  unknown  ; 

He  brushed  his  unkept  locks  aside 

With  careless  haste,  and  viewed  witli  pride 

And  morbid  joy  the  lines  of  care 

That  blighted  dreams  had  planted  there; 

With  sigh  and  groan  his  bosom  heaves, 

Desponding  plaint  alone  relieves. 


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Ah  me  !  Ah  woe  ! 

The  deep-drawn  sigh, 
Alack  I     Heigho  ! 

Oh  love  I  die, 
Heigho!     Ah  woe  ! 

Depressed,  his  spirits  lower  sink 
As  wandering  near  the  lakelet's  brink, 
And  in  its  surface  —  gazing  on 
Once  more  his'visage  woe-begone, 
He  brushed  away  the  silent  tear, 
But  ne'er  looked  up  to  see,  quite  near. 
The  goddess,  Hope,  with  sweet  desire 
To  bid  the  hapless  swain  aspire  ; 
He  groaned  and  moaned,  nor  looked  around. 
But  drooping  o'er,  fell  in  and  drowned, 
Ah  me  !    Ah  woe  !   &c. 

Pio    i6.  — SONG  AND  WHISTLING  CHORUS 
-WHAT  THE  DICKEY  BIRDS  SAY." 

1      1  >n  not  too  free  an  angent  like  all  the  rest  of  you, 
riierc"s  them  as  look  arter  my  fate, 
i  :.rks  'em  for  advice  when  I've  anything  to  do, 

I'heir  longing  for  my  welfare's  very  great. 
.Whenever  I  wish  to  steal  from  the  night 

A  few  hours  for  to  use  in  the  day, 
Afore  that  I  knows  I'm  a  doin'  what's  right, 
I  sees  what  the  dickey-birds  say. 

Chirp,  chirp,  chirp,  chirp. 

In  the  shrillest  tone  — 
Chirp,  chirp,  chirp,  chirp. 

In  a  tongue  of  their  own. 
What  their  warbles  and  twitters  convey. 

Taking  their  study  and  thought 

Ere  the  mind  can  be  brought 
To  define  what  the  dickey-birds  say- 

Chirp,  chirp,  chirp. 


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2     When  brought  before  his  beakship  my  evidence  to  give, 

Tm  alius  in  a  dreadful  state 
P^or  fear  I'll  have  to  go  to  a  settlement  to  live, 

A  penal  one  is  sure  to  be  my  fate. 
Now,  juries  ain't  very  well  up  to  their  job, 

They  for  fear  of  confinement  all  day 
The  verdict  agree  on  by  spinnin'  a  bob; 

At  least  so  the  dickey-birds  sav. 

Chirj),  chirp,  chir]),  chirp. 

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Noisy  chatter  fills  the  throng, 
Animation  cloaks  flirtation. 

Festive  joys  we'll  still  prolong. 
When  the  din  of  music's  loudest 

Sighing  swains  may  dare  their  fate. 
Plead  with  meekest,  dare  the  proudest 

In  the  mazy  tete-a-tete. 
Fairest  bells,  &c. 
End  of  Act  II 


JLOT   III 


No.   i8.  — CHORUS  — "TO   SUPPER. 

Come,  to  supper  let's  repair, 

Dancing  gives  a  zest 
For  the  viands,  rich  and  rare'; 

Nimble  feet  must  rest. 
Gaily  have  the  hours  flown 

Imperceptibly, 

Light  fantastic  bliss  unknown, 

Sweetest  melody. 
The  table  gay 

With  justice  claims 
Our  mortal  frames ; 

Awav  !   awav  ! 


No.  19.  — "MELOS." 

\_Music  fo)-  change  of  scene. 


No.  20.  — CONCERTED   PIECE. —  "  (^.OOD-NIGHT." 
Cho.  '  Tis  growing  late,  'tis  growing  late. 

And  time  indeed  to  end  the  fete, 
Pki.n'cii'Als.       Or  we  shall  see  the  morning's  light, 

Before  we  say  to  you  good-night. 

Good-night,  good-night, 

May  dreams  be  bright. 

Good-night,  good-night. 


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No.  21.  — FINALE. 

Er.m.  Should  we  gain,  every  heart  is  gay, 

Tra  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la  ! 
And  all  rejoicing  we  shall  go  our  way, 
Tra  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la  ! 
Erm  Let  grace,  not  ire  in  your  hearts  abide, 

Let  your  smiles  all  our  efforts  guide  ; 
In  councils  mild  your  decision  guide; 
For  the  taste  of  success  is  sweet. 
Erm.  Tra  la,  la,  la,  la,  la|  la,  la,  la  ! 

T'.'TTI.  Deign,  pray,  to  cheer  each  heart 

Kindly  ere  you  depart ; 
A  weight  of  care  dismaying,  allaying, 
Say,  with  our  efforts  we  gain  here  a  victory. 
And  Erminie  triumphantly  may  long  contrive  to  reign. 
The  End. 


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